My Black Mama
Hey, black mama, what's the matter with you?
Said it ain't satisfaction, don't care what I do,
Hey, mama, what's the matter with you?
Said it ain't satisfaction, baby, don't care what I do.
You take a brown-skinned woman will make a rabbit move to town,
But a jet-black woman will make a mule kick his stable down,
Oh, a brown skinned woman will make a rabbit move to town,
Oh, but a jet-black woman will make a mule kick his stable down.
Ain't no heaven, ain't no burnin' hell
Where I'm goin' when I die, can't nobody tell,
Oh, it ain't no heaven now, ain't no burnin' hell
Oh, where I'm goin' when I die, can't nobody tell.
Well, my black mama's face shines like the sun,
Oh, lipstick and powder sure won't help her none,
My black mama's face shines like the sun,
Oh, lipstick and powder, well, that sure won't help her none
Well, you see my milk cow, tell her hurry home
I ain't had no milk since that cow been gone,
If you see my milk cow, tell her hurry home,
Yeah, I ain't had no milk since that cow been gone.
Well, I'm going to the racetrack to see my pony run
He ain't the best in the world but he's a runnin' son of a gun,
I'm going to the racetrack to see my pony run,
He ain't the best in the world but he's a runnin' son of a gun.
Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul,
Wouldn't mistreat you baby for my weight in gold,
Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul,
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
Said it ain't satisfaction, don't care what I do,
Hey, mama, what's the matter with you?
Said it ain't satisfaction, baby, don't care what I do.
You take a brown-skinned woman will make a rabbit move to town,
But a jet-black woman will make a mule kick his stable down,
Oh, a brown skinned woman will make a rabbit move to town,
Oh, but a jet-black woman will make a mule kick his stable down.
Ain't no heaven, ain't no burnin' hell
Where I'm goin' when I die, can't nobody tell,
Oh, it ain't no heaven now, ain't no burnin' hell
Oh, where I'm goin' when I die, can't nobody tell.
Well, my black mama's face shines like the sun,
Oh, lipstick and powder sure won't help her none,
My black mama's face shines like the sun,
Oh, lipstick and powder, well, that sure won't help her none
Well, you see my milk cow, tell her hurry home
I ain't had no milk since that cow been gone,
If you see my milk cow, tell her hurry home,
Yeah, I ain't had no milk since that cow been gone.
Well, I'm going to the racetrack to see my pony run
He ain't the best in the world but he's a runnin' son of a gun,
I'm going to the racetrack to see my pony run,
He ain't the best in the world but he's a runnin' son of a gun.
Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul,
Wouldn't mistreat you baby for my weight in gold,
Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul,
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
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Writer(s): Son House
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